My hands today are cold, in an irritating way. Perhaps it is the winter storm that gusted in last night and closed the schools today. Watching a candle flicker, I am sitting here,in a wool sweater and a hat. My hands are still cold. Gloves, methinks, I need gloves.
Today, the sun is peeking over the grey roof of the neigbor's home. Every so often, it strikes my face and wakes me to the coming Spring. Greetings to the changes of the Universal Mechanism. Capturing the sky is tickling the eye.